The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Leaving from the village, there are fewer people on the road.

The village is also quiet.

The only sound left was the splashing of small streams of water in the ditch beside the road.

Wu Yuan couldn't help slowing down his pace, wandering wholeheartedly in the quiet summer night of this original ecological countryside.

Until a bicycle ran past with its bell ringing, which immediately destroyed this mysterious state of "harmonious coexistence between man and nature".

Wu Yuan didn't pay much attention to it, and walked forward.

However, after the bicycle ran for a while, it gradually stopped, and there was even a voice: "Wu... Boss?"

Wu Yuan also turned his head, under the bright light of the last quarter moon, the figure in the distance couldn't be seen clearly.

I only vaguely felt that it was a woman.

The man pushed the car to meet him, and Wu Yuan realized that the ringtone just now was not a normal car ringtone, but the sound of the broken bicycle.

Walking towards him, Wu Yuan recognized him within two steps.

"Teacher Song?"

Song Chunhong, who was pushing the cart, was heart beating wildly.

Unexpectedly, in Xinzhuang Township Elementary School, after experiencing such a midnight terror, he could meet Wu Yuan unexpectedly in the village.

Sure enough, drinking and pecking are all determined by God?

How did Wu Yuan know that there are so many reasons behind it.

As the scent of the antelope approached, he looked at the silence of Siye, and blurted out concern: "It's so late, you came back from Xinzhuang by bicycle?"

For a moment, Wu Yuan thought of so many murders in the 1990s.

Many have become unsolved cases, and were not even revealed until many years later.

Teacher Song walked on the night road like this, with that detached temperament, he was a life-like victim.

Song Chunhong said softly, "Yes."

Sensing Wu Yuan's worry, he immediately explained: "I didn't before, but today was an accident, and I came back temporarily."

Wu Yuan asked: "Is something wrong at home?"

"without."

"Is that homesick?"

Song Chunhong subconsciously wanted to deny it, but changed her words when she reached the point of her mouth, and nodded, "Yes."

"Actually, the village-run primary school will be built soon, so you don't have to work so hard. You can stop teaching substitutes in Xinzhuang."

Wu Yuan said casually, then raised his hand, "Let's go, I happen to be fine, I'll take you home."

Song Chunhong turned around quickly.

As a result, under a nervous mood, he hurriedly moved around, just like turning around in reverse.

Wu Yuan laughed, picked up the car and turned around.

save time and energy.

Song Chunhong took the car from Wu Yuan, and finally mustered up the courage to say, "Why don't I take you!"

Wu Yuan looked at the lady's driveway that was about to fall apart: "Let's forget it, I'm afraid that if I go up, your wheels will be flattened."

"How can it be so exaggerated?" Song Chunhong replied, but she was very happy in her heart.

Walking back was actually more to her liking.

Because it can stay a little longer.

Especially in this silent night, even my always cautious heart is eager to try.

along the way.

Song Chunhong talked a lot about family affairs.

Some time ago, the village helped build brick walls and repair the roof for the house. Now that the mother and daughter are at home, they feel much safer.

Even the face of the old lady became stretched, changing from the usual anticipation.

The life in the village is gradually getting better, and it falls on the head of every small family, at least there is hope.

Wu Yuan listened silently, keeping a close distance.

When they reached the village of the third team, Mrs. Song Chunhong opened the door and saw someone standing not far away. She gave in and said, "Come in for a drink?"

Wu Yuan waved his hand and said, "Ma'am, no need, I have to go back quickly."

On the contrary, Song Chunhong was standing by the doorpost, like a watchman's stone, she only knew how to watch and said nothing.

Seeing her old lady sighing.

After Wu Yuan left the third team, he hurried back, not even bothering to listen to the sound of frogs in the canal.

It was late at night, and he hurried back to sleep with his wife.

When he got home, it was his wife Yang Luoyan who opened the door for him.

As soon as we met, I couldn't help poking at Qiong's nose and said, "Why does your body smell so heavy? Go take a shower."

Upstairs, Liu Hui and her two children also fell asleep.

Even the movement of welcoming his master back with rhubarb was much smaller.

Wu Yuan tiptoed to take a shower, and returned to the room, but saw that his wife was still wearing a full set of public relations clothes, showing no intention of resting at all.

"What are you doing? It's past nine o'clock, so go to bed quickly."

Wu Yuan greeted him, but saw his daughter-in-law stretching out her legs, showing her long legs in black silk.

Wu Yuan suddenly became less sleepy, and the daughter-in-law in his eyes began to become enchanting, and he said in a whiny voice, "Who do you think I look like?"

Wu Yuan was taken aback.

Isn't this public relations outfit the same one that Yang Luoyan first gave to his aunt?

Plus this hairstyle...

To put it nicely, it’s cosplay; to put it bluntly, it’s a bit perverted.

Wu Yuan immediately said in a persuasive manner: "Daughter-in-law, what are you doing?"

Yang Luoyan felt the reversal of her man's emotions, and her tone became normal: "Didn't I agree to compensate you, I just wondered, will it be better?"

"Is this better?" Wu Yuan looked at his daughter-in-law and said, "You're not normal!"

"Okay, okay, I'll change it back."

Speaking of which, Yang Luoyan took off her public relations outfit and pulled her hair. Then when he was going to take off the black silk, he was stopped by Wu Yuan and said, "That's unnecessary, hehehe."

There was a happy rhythm in the room.

"You smell a bit heavy today..."

"Don't say that, spoil the fun."

"You are a little unusually tough today!"

"That's what I love to hear."

"Is it really because of my outfit just now?"

"No, how is it possible?"

The next Thursday, Party Secretary Yang came over early in the morning with bloodshot eyes.

There was still a stack of letter paper in his hand, which was full of writing.

As soon as she entered the small building, she was disgusted by Liu Hui and said, "Have you ever soaked in an ashtray? You smell like cigarettes!"

Wu Yuan, who was brushing his teeth, also came out and asked curiously, "Father, you guys didn't sleep all night, did you?"

The old man chuckled, "I'm so busy, it will be dawn if I'm not careful." Then he waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I don't feel much anyway."

Then the topic changed: "Don't talk about me, this plan is almost reasonable. Can you give me some money for investment? Not much, 200,000 will do! Just half of the shares."

This little money is nothing to Wu Yuan.

So without thinking about it, he said: "Okay, as much as you say, dad."

The old father-in-law suddenly opened his heart, and said confidently: "If this is done, the whole village will have to thank you!"

Wu Yuan was more rational and said: "Father, I don't expect that. As long as when the time comes, people don't say that I make black-hearted money, I will be Amitabha."

The father-in-law stared at him immediately: "I'll see who dares!"

Liu Hui nodded straightly and said, "Yes, yes, you are right. I definitely wouldn't dare to face you, what about behind your back?"

Yang Luoyan felt that her mother had missed the point, and said further: "So father, you have to take care of your health, smoke less, drink less, and we are still pointing at you to support us!"